Jake’s Dream Come True
By Billy_Ray77
Chapter 20
I awoke with a warm body snuggled up against me, judging by the angle of the sun in the window, it was just past noon.
I nudged Kirsten.
Only it wasn’t Kirsten. At some point Samantha had joined me and Kirsten had left.
“You’re awake,” she noted, “how are you feeling?”
“Much better. That was the most mental manipulating I have ever done at one time and I had no idea how draining it would be.”
There was still a bit of lethargy, but I saw no need to worry her.
“You probably should have spread it out a bit more, maybe just one or two a day.”
“Hindsight’s twenty-twenty. But I’m glad it’s done. There’s no way I could have slept while any of you weren’t protected.”
“If you’re sure you’re back a hundred percent, there’s something I want to talk to you about.”
“Sam, you know I can’t tell a rose from a daisy, you and Tiff pick the wedding decorations – all Mike and I are capable of is showing up on time... maybe.”
“Not that, you jerk.” she laughed, poking my side and making me jump.
“How would you feel,” she said, her tone changing to trepidation, “about being with Tiffany again?”
“And by ‘being with’ you mean?...”
“Sex, I mean sex, like you didn’t know.”
“She brought that up? I thought the rules were clear, albeit unspoken.”
“She didn’t bring it up, I did.”
“But, Sam, you know that won’t be fair, we have to think about Mike’s feelings.”
“That won’t be a problem, all you have to do is make a few adjustments.”
I looked at her with my best incredulous cocking of an eyebrow.
“I am not fucking with Mike’s head just to screw Tiffany. I don’t care how hot she is, he’s been my best friend since...”
“I’m not asking to fuck with Mike’s head, I’m asking you to fuck with mine.”
“Back up. What the hell went on while I napped?”
“I got to thinking about that talk we all had with Kirsten. About how we all love each other. I realized there’s one in our group with whom I have never expressed that love, not physically anyway, and that’s Mike.”
“Hey, I’ve never been with Mike either, and you don’t see me getting all freaky about it.”
“Shut up, I’m serious. I know Tiffany would be with you again – in a heartbeat, and I want to be able to show Mike my love.”
“So you want me too...”
“Do it again. Change me. Change my feelings about Mike, so I’m attracted to him and will enjoy the sex. It wouldn’t be fair to him if I were just going through the motions. Also, I need to know it won’t bother you. If you think you are going to be even the slightest bit jealous, then we’ll drop it – I don’t want to do anything that might adversely affect a friendship that’s almost twenty years old.”
“I’m fine with it, but what about Mike? I mean, me being with Tiffany.”
“He said it wouldn’t bother him, and Tiff is fine with me being with Mike. Shit, she’s fine with him being with Kirz, and if any girl would be a threat, that little hottie would be. They’re secure in their feelings for one another, just as I assume we are. But again, they, and I, will defer to your feelings about it.”
The idea of once again screwing the gorgeous blond was causing my cock to twitch, but I wasn’t just thinking with my little head. The girls had been careful, but in orgies there is always the chance of contact when a bunch of naked bodies are rolling around a room. Samantha has tickled and even licked Mike’s balls while he was fucking Tiffany or Kirsten. He’d gone so far as to suck on one of Samantha’s nipples while she made out with whoever he’d been fucking. But as far as I know he hadn’t touched her pussy. My contacts with Tiffany, other than that first time, had been pretty much the same and having to restrain ourselves sometimes made for some awkward adjustments in the heat of the moment.
Him being free to just go on and fuck Samantha, as well as me being free to do the same with Tiffany, would really simplify things as well as heat them up. The thought of it didn’t bother me, Samantha was right, I knew where her heart was and if she wanted this, then who was I to deny myself a spectacular blond bombshell... er... I mean... who was I to deny her whatever cock she wanted in the moment.
Besides, if things went badly for me in the near future, at least she would still have the three of them, and I was sure that being able to enjoy sex with Mike would help Samantha through some of it.
“If you’re sure this is what you want.”
“Thank you!” She said, throwing herself on top of me. “Hey, is this hard on for me, or for Tiffany?”
“It might be for Kirsten if you keep being a smart ass. C’mon, we have to talk to everyone, I want to make sure you all understand the process.”
We donned our robes and went downstairs, Mike was watching a UFC competition and the girls were in the kitchen in one of those rare times Kirsten was letting someone help her prepare a meal, in this case, a plate of sandwiches.
I called for a meeting, they all seemed to know what it was about and Mike tore himself from televised violence, but he did grab the remote and watched it until he was at the kitchen door. Only then did he turn it off.
“Now I’ll have to check the web to find out who won.” He complained only halfheartedly, “It’s a close match.”
“Samantha told me what you all discussed,” I said when we were all seated at the table, “and I want to let you know about the process. Just a warning, I will be reading everyone during this, just make sure there are absolutely no reservations. And I intend to make it a two way street, you will all know if I’m lying about anything as well.”
Closing my eyes, I connected with all of them, giving the mental passwords and made it a passive link that would allow only an awareness of emotions to go both ways, no thoughts. I didn’t want my lusty desire for Tiffany to affect any true feelings by inadvertently sending out some sort of command.
“Mike, I just want you to to know I have no problems with you being with Samantha, I mean, I understand it, she’s an extremely sexy woman, but then, your woman is as sexy as they come and Kirsten has made a lot of guys redefine their personal definition of the hottest girl they’ve ever seen – I know, I’ve checked.”
“Flattery will get you... well, just about anything you want.” said Kirsten with a grin.
I chuckled, “But I want to sure you feel the same about me having sex with Tiffany.”
“No issues here, bro. We’ve always been tight, and I love and trust you as much as you do me – plus, I think that not having to hold back on anything will just make all of us feel more relaxed about everything.”
“I don’t really have a dog in this fight,” offered Kirsten, “sure, it might mean a little less cock for me, but I think I can live with that. To be honest, I’ve felt a little guilty that I’ve been able to enjoy two cocks while Tiff and Sam have only been able to have one. So I’m happy for that, especially knowing for sure how you all feel about me now. If what I’m getting from you right now, Jake, is any indication, I’m certain all my previous trepidations were really off the mark.”
“Before you even ask me,” said Tiffany, “I have no problems with Mike being with Sam. Sure, she’s prettier than I am, but so is Kirsten and that’s never bothered me.”
That triggered an argument, of sorts. All three girls spoke at once, saying that they were each convinced that they were the least attractive of the three and the other two simply blew them out of the water in the looks department. Thanks to my link, I knew each one was sincere.
Suddenly, Samantha shushed the other two, looking at me.
“Are you two getting the same thing I am from our resident mind reader?”
They pondered for a second then Tiffany spoke up.
“Why such confusion and disbelief, Jake?”
“I can speak for both Mike and myself, thanks to my link, and we can’t believe what we’re hearing. You girls are without a doubt the three most beautiful women on the planet. Sure you’re all different, but that’s part of your beauty. If we were to assemble a hundred guys who had never seen you before and had them judge your looks, I bet there would only be a winner because you can’t divide an even number by three.”
“And the winner would only win by one vote.” added Mike, “Look, as far as we’re concerned you are all equally as beautiful as the others. What gets me is you really don’t see it. If any of you were bullshitting about thinking the other two are prettier, Jake would have picked that up. Just put those thoughts out of your heads.”
“But if you had to pick just one of us to love?” Asked Tiffany.
“Love isn’t base solely on appearance.” I said, “If push ever came to shove, I would be with Samantha, because I’ve loved her all my life. But I hope push never does come to shove. No guys have ever had it better, three gorgeous women, and all of you equally as lovable.”
“Ditto for me,” quipped Mike, “on all counts.”
“What?” exclaimed Tiffany, her head snapping in his direction.
“You know what I mean. Except I’d be with you because you are the most firmly entrenched in my heart.”
“I know,” said Tiffany with the cutest grin, “I was just fucking with you.”
“Great,” said Kirsten, “where does that leave me?”
My link told me she was only partly kidding.
“That leaves you the most loved single girl in the world. And you know that’s no bullshit.”
“If anything ever happens to me,” said Samantha, somberly, “I know you’ll love and take care of Jake, just like you do now. And he’ll love you as fiercely as he loves me.”
“Alright,” I said with my hand up, “this is getting morbid. I called this meeting to let you all know what this will entail.”
“Sam’s already told us.” said Tiffany. “You have to get inside her head and make her attracted to Mike, in a sexual way, just like you did to her, about you, back in high school.”
“Did she tell you how long it took?”
“Yeah,” said Kirsten, “but wasn’t that because you thought she didn’t know what you were doing and didn’t want her to become suspicious? You know she’s on board with feeling that way towards Mike so that should make it easy... right?”
“Not exactly. There were two reasons it took so long. You’ve got the first one, but a change as fundamental as this takes time. Sure, I can abbreviate it since I’m doing it with her knowledge, but I still have to make gradual adjustments and give her mind time to get used to each one before moving on to the next.
“Trying to go too fast could either alter her personality in a way that cannot be predicted, or it could prevent the changes from holding and I’ve been told the snap back could have extremely negative consequences in regards to her feelings for Mike.
“I really don’t know how long it will take. You will all just have to be patient – and don’t ask for progress reports, because I’m not sure myself just when the tipping point will happen. Also, I won’t be telling anyone, not even you, Sam, what changes I make or when I make them. I don’t want you doing anything just because you think you should – that could ruin it as well. This way, you won’t do anything until you are really ready.”
I had removed my link, since I knew that no one had even the tiniest reservations, so I had no problems getting away with my lie. Actually, I knew exactly when it was gonna happen, and I was also sure I could do it faster. But I had my reasons.
“Are you all willing to be patient?”
Tiffany stood up and dropped her robe.
“If you’re sure you can wait for this.” She said, striking a seductive pose and wearing only a mischievous grin.
I found I really, really didn’t want to wait. But there was a greater good at hand.
Samantha stood up as well.
“I can wait for that,” I said, with a grin of my own, as Samantha dropped her robe, “If he can wait for this.”
Mike’s eyes bobbled just a little as he stared at the picturesque woman that he had seen naked uncountable times, but never with any thoughts that he would actually be enjoying the pleasures that spectacular body offered. Just as when Samantha had first told me she wanted me to fuck Tiffany, I had looked at her differently, Mike was now seeing Samantha in a different light.
And there was no doubt he liked what he saw.
“I can wait.” said Mike, his voice cracking slightly.
“You’re so sweet.” Cooed Samantha, with a lighthearted grin.
“That’s it.” said Kirsten, “All this talk about beautiful women has me needing to service my most lovely Mistresses, if my gracious Mistresses would be willing.”
She handed me the plate of sandwiches and two beers.
“You guys go back into the living room and turn on your testosterone fest while the three of us take care of business.”
“You think I’ll be able to pay attention to the UFC knowing what’s going on in here?”
“We’ll be in shortly,” said Tiffany, sweetly, “until then, you go on and watch guys pound on each other.”
Mike and I retired to the living room and turned the television back on. The match Mike had been watching before had ended, but the current bout was pretty good as well.
Mike cracked his beer and reached for a sandwich.
“Wasn’t that just a little bit forward, you know, for a submissive?”
“Perhaps. I think we gave Kirsten a little boost in confidence that, in my humble opinion, we are all going to appreciate.”
“I can’t argue with that.” He said with a chuckle.
The sounds from the kitchen were a little distracting.
But the sandwiches were great.
Would it bore you to know what happened when the girls had had enough of each other and joined us?
Use your imagination.
When the wrestling match was over – the one in the living room, not the one on the television – we got down to planning.
“The first thing we need are fake ID’s.” I said, “Good ones. I like Samantha’s blind man ruse and we can use it. The girls can apply for jobs using the phony identities and I can tag along as a blind brother,” I looked a Kirsten, “or neighbor, that she has just taken to an appointment or something. That should get me close enough to someone in HR with the right log in and password data for each of them.”
“Slick,” said Mike, “that should make getting into their systems, and masking where the incursion is coming from, pretty easy. Once in, I can get the addresses and any other other information we think we’ll need. So far only four of the names have come up on anything I’ve gotten into.”
“Why don’t we go after the ones Mike has found while we work on the others?” Asked Kirsten.
“I’m a little nervous about moving too fast.” I explained, “I think we should get a solid ID on the ones we know about so we can prioritize. If we go after the little fish first the powers that be will be slower to react.”
“Yeah, and their ‘reactions’ tend to be a bit deadly – good point.” Agreed Tiffany.
“So we go after false ID’s first, then get the log in information that will get me into the various systems.” Said Mike, “It beats sitting out front and hoping the right guy walks by.”
“And by playing blind,” Observed Samantha, “you won’t have to do those corny drawn out yawns or pretend you have a headache just to establish a link.”
“Hey, my yawns are the epitome of sly.”
“Of course they are.” She said with a giggle.
“What it will do is allow me to keep my eyes closed and jump from aura to aura until I find the right person. It could get suspicious, even with my masterful deceptions, if I keep having to do them over and and over.”
Kirsten suddenly got up from where she was nestled in Tiffany’s arms and grabbed the terry cloth belt from her robe draped over a chair.
“I would be remiss in my duties to my Masters and Mistresses, if I didn’t point out that I don’t think playing blind will be easy.”
She moved behind me and used the belt as a blindfold. Her alluring scent was all over it and it almost caused me to stop the discussion. Almost. Luckily I happened to be very sated at the moment.
Their girl-love in the kitchen had them all extremely amorous by the time they joined us in the living room.
Your imagination probably fell short of the goal, well short.
“That’s a good point, Kirz.” agreed Samantha.
“Brains and beauty.” observed Tiffany, “What’s not to love?”
“Yeah, ” said Mike, “if anyone notices you stepping around something your guide forgets to alert you to, they could get suspicious. They won’t flash on what’s really going on, obviously, but you could get tossed out just for being an asshole or something.”
“And someone used to guiding a blind person,” added Samantha, “probably wouldn’t make that mistake. You’re right, we have to practice.”
“Aren’t we lucky our little brown fucking machine is so smart?” I quipped, using a phrase that Kirsten had come up with to describe herself.
Suddenly I felt Kirsten’s sensual lips lightly brushing my ear – in just the way she knew drove me crazy – as she whispered.
“Just for that, tonight this ‘machine’ is gonna fuck you until you simply cannot fuck anymore.”
I didn’t have to see it to know my cock was at full attention, tenting my robe.
“Jake, sweetie,” said Samantha, “If you’re going to have to stop and fuck something every time hot little Kirsten whispers in your ear, we’ll never get anything done.”
“No, no,” I croaked, then cleared my throat, “I’m fine.”
For some reason, they all laughed.
We spent a couple hours practicing, each girl taking a turn guiding me around the house. We knew it wasn’t enough, but it gave us a good idea of what we had to work on.
“A guide dog would really add to the cover.” said Mike while Tiffany led me back into the living room, “but I’m not sure we could get one.”
“Dogs...” said Tiffany, thoughtfully, “Say, Jake, can you read or manipulate animals?”
“Well, I’ve never seen one with an aura, and I have had them in my line of sight when looking at auras before, so I have to say no. So that wouldn’t work, we’d have to get a real one. But like Mike said, They’re probably pretty hard to get and I wouldn’t want to take one that a real blind person needs.”
“I don’t think that’s what Tiff was getting at.” said Samantha, “I think she was taking a different tack.”
“Guard dogs!” exclaimed, Kirsten.
“Right,” I said, taking off the blindfold and blinking at the light – I’d been blindfolded for a couple hours, “If I can’t control animals, none of those other mind fuckers can do it.”
“Which could give us just the edge we need,” added Mike, “and we might be able to find a trainer who would be willing to train a guard dog to act like a guide dog, just in case we ever need it. I mean, let’s face it, if you are being led around by one of these girls, you will attract attention.”
“We can dress down.”
“I find it hard to believe there is an article of clothing out there that will prevent any straight male from making a double take when you walk by.”
Tiffany giggled and moved to put her arm around Mike.
“You’re so sweet.”
“He’s right too,” I said, “having women that look like the three of you is great when it gets all hot and bothered, but you simply are not, shall we say, inconspicuous.”
“You let us take care of that.” Said Samantha, with an air of authority. “We’ll figure out how to downplay our looks. Shit, I’ll get a couple fat suits, if that’s what it takes.”
There was another flurry of conversation about padding, make up and wigs that could all be used to make our very noticeable hotties a bit less noticeable.
During that conversation, Samantha came and sat in my lap. She was an expressive talker and her tight little round ass was squirming all over my rock hard cock.
As the discussion ebbed, she finally turned to pay attention to me, shifting her ass off my cock and reaching down to grab me through my robe.
“It’s still a bit early, but I think little Jake here is ready for bed.”
“Mistress?” Asked Kirsten, “May I join you? I have a promise I must keep to Master Jake.”
I followed them up the stairs, they were both carrying their robes and the view I had only served to increase my already heightened ardor.
Once in my room, they slipped my robe off my shoulders and pushed me back onto the bed. Samantha brought her generous bosom to my face and I licked and sucked her full round tits and erect nipples while Kirsten ran her soft lips up and down my steely manhood, her tongue dancing around it like a maypole.
With my red haired beauty’s finely sculpted body in my arms, the soft resilient flesh of her tits in my face, it didn’t take long for Kirsten’s talented ministrations to bring me to my first orgasm.
She kept sucking to keep me hard – it worked.
“Fuck your Master now, Kirsten.” Samantha ordered, moving around so I was reclined against her wondrous chest. “Fuck him hard. I want to see his whole body bounce up off this bed when he cums in your tight little pussy. Then I get to lick it back out.”
“Yes Mistress, my pussy will squeeze his cock and give him thrills that will course throughout his entire body.”
The little Korean sex pot slid her unbelievable pussy down over my cock and the throbbing squeeze she managed to perform made me gasp as she took the entire thing in one smooth, slow motion.
“That’s my good girl.” Said Samantha, her soft gentle fingers caressing my chest and tickling my nipples.
I kneaded Kirsten’s firm tits, a little more than a handful these days – as was she, but you won’t hear me complaining.
Her nipples were hard and I rolled them between my thumb and forefinger while my palms caressed the underside of the her beautiful brown boobs. Her long black hair fell across her shoulders to join Samantha in caressing my body.
“That’s right, sweetie,” said Samantha, directing her words at Kirsten, “fuck your Master like he’s never been fucked before.”
Kirsten was never one to disobey an order, or break a promise and I began to feel those thrills she said she would give me. My legs tingled and the erotic massage on my chest from Samantha’s tender touch and Kirsten’s soft locks was beginning to make me believe I would be bouncing off the bed when she finally made me cum.
Okay, I didn’t actually come off the bed, but I did thrash a bit, especially when Kirsten used her amazing genital musculature to stroke and milk my cock throughout and beyond my powerful orgasm.
When it was all over, and the stars began to clear from my vision I heard Samantha say, “Come here, Kirz, let me suck my man’s cum out of your pussy. It should be nice and clean for the next round.”
Yeah – they were gonna try and make me beg for mercy.
My plan was to turn the tables on that plan.
Using my telekinesis in a way that I hadn’t thought of until that moment, I urged blood back into my flagging cock and while Samantha was on her knees and elbows, lapping at Kirsten’s pretty pink box, I got behind her and sunk my cock deep into her dripping snatch.
“Mfmf MFMMM!” she exclaimed in delight, her real words were obscured by the hot tight flesh of Kirsten’s delicious pussy.
I stroked into Samantha’s hot, slick snatch and, when I felt it begin to quiver in her pre-orgasmic flutters, I redoubled my efforts while reaching around to pinch her nipples.
Her scream was barely contained by Kirsten’s little pussy.
I didn’t let up though, with her ass in the air she was practicably biting the pillows as I pounded into her. Kirsten came in from between her right arm and leg and started licking at her clit.
Samantha seemed to ride from one orgasm to the other without respite until I could take no more and shot my cum deep into my love.
Exhausted, she rolled over on her back, my still hard cock popping out like a cork. Kirsten rolled with her and worked on cleaning her out.
Keeping my cock hard, I moved around to the red-headed end of the sixty nine intending on jamming it into the Asian sex doll’s nice clean pussy, but my woman had other plans and before she let me fuck our lovely slave, she cleaned my cock of all our mixed juices, then, while moaning in pleasure from Kirsten’s talented tongue, she pointed it at the pretty pink lips.
“Go on, baby, Give it to her like you just gave it to me.”
And I did.
It took a while. Kirsten was screaming and cumming so hard that she had foregone eating out my red-haired beauty when I was driven over the top by the pulsing and throbbing of her tight warmth.
I lay back, certain that I had won, but just in case, I kept Captain Cock at full attention.
“Oh my God,” Said, Samantha, “Look at that. We have more work to do.”
“Yes Mistress, should I suck him again?”
“Why, Kirsten, that’s a wonderful idea, Sweetie,”she said, looking at me, “would you be so kind as to slide down a bit so I can sit on your face?”
“Absolutely, my love.”
I was getting a bit tired, but when the most gorgeous woman in the world wants you to eat the most perfect pussy in the world while the best cocksucker on the planet pleasures you, well, you just have to suck it up and keep on keeping on.
I will have to admit, however, it was hard to concentrate because Kirsten was pulling out all the stops and really giving my overworked cock one hell of a blowjob.
I wasn’t currently keeping it hard – she was taking care of that.
I was only able to lick Samantha through two orgasms before Kirsten swallowed another load of my boiling cum.
Believe it or not, all that happened in under an hour and a half.
We snuggled in afterglow, Samantha on my right, Kirsten on my left, both girls practically purring.
“How did that happen?” Asked Samantha, “You’ve never cum that many times without taking a break. I can’t believe we were that far above and beyond.”
“I was kind of wondering about that myself.” said Kirsten, “I’ve never seen you stay that hard for that long.”
“Okay, I admit it, I cheated.”
“How?”
“I used my TK to keep my cock hard when it couldn’t do it on it’s own.”
“I didn’t know you could do that!” Exclaimed Samantha.
“Frankly, I didn’t either, until I tried it.”
“Do you mean,” said Kirsten slowly, “that even though you just came five times, you could just think your cock hard again and we could go all night?”
“Sure, I don’t see why not. Though from what I understand about prolonged erections, I would want to let it go down every now and then, just to change out the blood.”
Both girls were up on their elbows by now.
“What are you waiting for?” they said in unison.
My lovely bride to be informed me that I would keep, what she referred to as my ‘stunt cock’ hard until either I or one of them surrendered.
I chuckled to myself, all I had to do was keep my unit at the ready and exhaust the girls. An easy win.
Did you know that cumming eleven times in the space of four hours can actually start to hurt a bit?
I hate to admit it – they won.
Yeah, they were that good.
Never underestimate two sexy, voluptuous and determined women.
I made them promise to keep my little trick to themselves, mainly because Mike didn’t need to know about it, but also because I didn’t want to do it too often. Part of the fun of a marathon of sex is having the hotness and skill of your partners make you rise to the occasion.
At least for me it is.